Chapter 55

I kept up my new schedule for a week and was quite comfortable with it.

Vicky and I came home one day, and I went to sleep after a phone call with Dr. Richards. When I woke up I saw Mr. Lopez.

I screamed.

“It’s okay, it’s just me,” he said smiling down at me. “Why are you sleeping on the floor?”

I was breathing fast and looking around.

“Where’s Vicky” I whined.

“She went out with Russell. She told me to keep an eye on you and to tell you that she’ll be back late,” he smiled. “Just you and me.”

He had a strange look in his eyes that I didn’t like. I was hyperventilating as I shook my head.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “You don’t have to be scared of me, Scheyenne.”

“You raped me?” It was more of a question, but I guess it came out as an accusation.

Mr. Lopez shook his head looking genuinely confused. “No, we made love. You love me, and I love you too, Scheyenne.”

“You raped me,” I was crying, and this time it was not a question. “Don’t touch me, don’t you touch me again.”

Mr. Lopez was in his regular uniform: dirty wife beater and boxers. I could see he was hard.

“Or what?” he asked looking upset and annoyed.

“I’ll-te-tel-l?”

I didn’t know what I’d say or to who.

He smiled slowly and then laughed.

“Who? Vicky? She would never believe you. No one will, Scheyenne.”

I was so scared as the tears ran down my face.

“Who would believe a drunk, high, mentally unstable teenager who doesn’t go to school? Then there’s me, I took you in, gave you a home. I use to be the mayor, Scheyenne…”

“Please…” I whined holding the covers tight around my neck as he tried pulling them down.

“You gotta take care of me, Scheyenne. I’m letting you live here rent free, feeding you, and clothing you. It’s the least you can do.”

“No!” I cried as he snatched the covers off me.

“Ain’t nothing free, Scheyenne,” he said touching me all over.

He pulled out his dick and pushed it in my face. He was on his knees by my head trying to stick his dick in my mouth. The hot head poked me, but I would not open my mouth.

“Fine, I wanted some ass anyway,” he said going for my pants.

“No!” I screamed grabbing his dick and did the most disgusting thing I’d ever done; I put it in my mouth, and he moaned.

“Yeah, like that, Scheyenne.”

It wasn’t as bad, I mean not like that. I mean it wasn’t physically disgusting. It was like sucking a thumb or a finger. I just kept picturing that in my mind. Sucking dick is only disgusting because of what it is. No matter how clean a dick is, the act in itself is what’s gross.

He grabbed my hair and started thrusting his dick inside my mouth. I couldn’t breathe and began gagging and choking, but only for a second. He moaned as he began shaking. He was breathing funny and then he pushed my head all the way down and thrust deep. I thought I’d vomit, but I didn’t.

I actually swallowed a little semen.

He was breathing heavily. I felt so used and nasty as he put his dick back in his boxers and said, “Good girl.” Putting his dick back in his pants he composed himself a little and said, “Remember this is our little secret.”

He got up and headed towards the door.

But before he closed the door, he looked at me with an evil smile and said, “Ain’t nothing free, Scheyenne.”

The door closed, and I climbed in the closet and waited. I cannot live like this, I thought, making up my mind to get the hell out of there as soon as he fell asleep.